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vivitheanimaxen · 6 months

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Vivian is spinning. She feels like she's spinning, at least, even though she's sitting on her bedroll in the tent she shares with Malady.

Nothing feels quite right anymore, and perhaps that's simple-minded of her, but life wasn't supposed to be like this.

She should've found her brother by now. Surely, six months and going halfway-round the shard would have yielded some result. Right?

Right?

Half of her wants to simply leave Goldcrest and continue on her own, to the fates with what Middle told her. He wouldn't know anything about her family. Why would she think that? Why would anyone know anything about her family?

Why would he have said that she needed to stay with her current adventuring party?

How does she know that she can trust him?

Realistically, Vivian knows that she should've told someone by now. Anyone, really. By the time she finds little Aiya-- well, she might not be so little anymore. It makes Vivian want to scream and pull her hair out and it makes her want to go find something to fight. Being in one place for a while has taught her a few things She's been able to learn more skills from the people here, but it still feels useless.

She should've pushed harder for a lead. ANY lead.

Vivian regrets giving up her wishes to Vadhir. At the time it had seemed right-- but--

She wasn't going to get another chance like that.

Jardium had been so hectic and everything had happened so fast that beyond cornering Nibor-- before they knew he was a djinni-- She'd done nothing but chase down relics and kill cockatrice. And beyond that was the matter of everyone from Goldcrest being there.

You couldn't blame her for getting distracted!! Bor'gah and Esh'lan's fight had consumed everything else, not to mention the cauldron-born and the 'potato' farmer and--

And now she was back in Goldcrest, and she'd spent the last while searching for a mothkyn who she'd hardly met-- instead of her family.

Refocus. C'mon Viv, you need to stop getting distracted. This isn't like a festival in Varyyyk, you can't just run off. Your entire family is waiting for you.

Focus better. The dragon scales shouldn't matter to you. You don't have one. You shouldn't ever end up with one. You shouldn't want one what is wrong with you?? So what if there's missing scales? Not your snare, not your rabbits.

Not your bees, not your honey.

Yes, you're gonna go on this heist, but it's just an excuse to go to the Capital. Yes you were bluffing to Axel and Karenza on how skilled you were with traps, but--

It's not like you're not going to shove off at the slightest hint of Reynard being in the Capital. If you ditch the group before you have to actually put your neck on the line, then there's no harm done.

Right?

All you have to do is find him, and then you and Rey can go find your father and Aiya and-- well, at least Viv knows what question she's going to ask Fate, if this heist is the death of her.

How many stones was her mother on? Vadhir said that Fate lets you pull from a bag of stones-- but if you get a black one, you're gone.

Vivian didn't stay around long enough to see if the body had reappeared.

Vivian hadn't wanted to, not really.

"Not my bees, not my honey." she whispered to herself, rolling herself up in her blankets and trying to go to sleep. "but-- why is it so sweet?"

#viviwrites #character study #Vivian Quinn #<- my larp character #just gotta #figure this out before next game #dont mind me #alliance larp #larp oc

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launa-moe-art · 1 year

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Drink Studies bonus with OCs:

#art #digital art #Vivian #Kevin #Cleo #doodle #sketch #art study #these are based on Seoling's and SOLSOL's drinks on YouTube #i hope one day i'll be able to visit and try out their stuff. they look delicious ;u;#original character #ocs #frappé #mint ade #or mint lemonade?#think that's what it is #artists on tumblr

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aviannautical · 2 years

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heres a big dump of art/wips that isnt related to the AU! i kinda don't acknowledge that this alt exists sorry yall 😭

and heres a VRchat afk animation wip! the character inside is a cyborg avali ^^

same character!

#oc artwork #oc artist #creature design #creature concept #hand study #omori #omori fanart #omori emotions #perspective #AV Paracos #Paracos Lost #Paracos Mobius #Paracos Tengu #Paracos Logan #Paracos Fishy #AV Vivian #aviannauts ocs

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headsxwillxroll · 24 days

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Vivian Heart.

#tag drop #vivian heart (just because im mad doesnt mean im not right)#vivian heart (aesthetic)#vivian heart (headcanon)#vivian heart (musings)#vivian heart (skills & abilities)#vivian heart (character study)#vivian heart (fc jenny body)

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dollypardonne · 3 months

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which symbolic fruit are you?

your favorite pick me up. spoon full of love, peach, tasty on your tongue.

in many cultures, peaches symbolize the vagina. while apples and pomegranates symbolize female liberation in many feminist readings, peaches have come to bear (arbitrary) connotations of sexuality and (traditionally) female arousal, due to their soft tissues, fuzzy skin, and sweet juices. in many art pieces, they are used to symbolize such motifs and are markers of sweet temptation and femininity. like the peach, you radiate softness, and the color pink. you walk with a graceful air and enjoy the simple things in life. you are a romantic through and through, but are also someone who is somewhat of a free spirit: tied to nothing and no one. you believe in free love, free thought, and doing what makes you happy. like the peach, whose juices run without inhibition when you bite into it, you are not in the business of making yourself palatable for anyone. you are who you are, without excuses.

#voiceover: vivian #character study: vivian

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ordinaryfailure · 9 months

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A quick definition of preposition reminds us that a preposition relates one word to another. This seems nicely vague to me, since it is not that a preposition relates one specific part of speech to another specific part of speech. Prepositions have been described as locators in time and space […] A preposition is a rope, distinct from a conjunction.

—Vivian L. Huang, Surface Relations: Queer Forms of Asian American Inscrutability, p. 181

#vivian l. huang #queer studies #performance studies #asian american studies #prepositions #critical theory #with

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a1truist · 9 days

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tags, three.

#lestat de lioncourt: study.#lestat de lioncourt: writing.#richard neven: study.#richard neven: writing.#sam carver: study.#sam carver: writing.#tommy kinard: study.#tommy kinard: writing.#vivian banks: study.#vivian banks: writing.

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starlightfreed · 1 year

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okay so ignore this one too then

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Fake it 'till you make it | Prompt

When Steve Harrington came out to his parents, he expected a few things to happen. Jumping back a little, he hadn’t even meant to come out. His parents meant well, they did. He couldn’t deny that they meant well.

They knew he was lonely when they were gone, they knew he was the type of person who kind of… needed someone around. He wasn’t a lone wolf, he wasn’t someone who could just go it alone, while they were away for months, and while Robin was lovely, Robin was also a lesbian.

So Robin was out of the question.

So it fell to the women they knew. Through their connections. And unfortunately those women tended to be, for lack of a better phrase, ‘Daddies money is how I intend to live for the rest of my life’, and completely comfortable in switching out who Daddy was.

Steve… didn’t have a daddy kink, thanks.

Okay maybe he did a little but not in the call him daddy kind of way. More the other way around.

After the fifth attempt to throw some business partners daughter at him, a woman who’d actually kind of impressively deep throated a hot dog at the office barbeque while looking directly at him before he’d even gotten her name. Impressive, kind of terrifying.

An image of his life consisting of an unhappy marriage where his wife used sex as some kind of transaction rather than the big family full of love that he wanted flashed before his eyes.

He'd had enough. So when the sixth one came up, Vivian, he hadn’t even been able to wait for them to explain who she was, which business associate she was related too, it just. Came out.

Or rather he came out. Spectacularly.

“I’M GAY!” Okay less spectacular initially, more manic desperation. He expected a few things to happen after he realised what he’d blurted out.

He expected anger, he expected disappointment, he half expected disownment, not fully expected, his mother would probably be on his side. He expected violence, judgement, demands of him to tell them it wasn’t true, or demands that he hide it, keep pretending for appearances sake. He’d heard the coming out horror stories.

He did not expect—

“Oh oh! What about Jonathan!! From Tennis club, honey you remember Jonathan right? Peter’s son?” His mother turning to look at his father, who’d turned a little pale. That was it, his father would be the one to blow up, his mother was in his corner that was sort of expected but his fa—

“Lynda he is not dating someone with the same name as me, that—no. No, I don’t think I’d recover if those thin walls at the chalet struck again.” Goddammit. “What about Timothy, Dorothy’s nephew? Didn’t she say she’d caught him with some punk boy on that family holiday to London?”

“Yes but she was trying to get points around the water cooler for being hip and homophobic, did you not hear what she called the poor boy? I’m not associating with Dorothy, good heavens.”

“I hadn’t heard, why have I not heard? Lynda we’re trying to create an inclusive work environment, I can’t have homophobic people working in HR!” And John was up, newspaper down, and off to his study to deal with Dorothy muttering about how he was sure the monthly office newsletter, which included the updated company values, would have weeded the bigots out by now.

“…Did my coming out just get someone fired?” Steve finally broke his shocked silence, his mothers attention turning back to him, her eyes wide, mouth puckered in a little, silent, oh.

“……Maybe.” His shoulders slumped, expression dropping to deadpan, she moved quick to reassure him “Don’t worry about it, Steven, she really wasn’t well liked.” It didn’t make him feel better… okay maybe it did, one less homophobe in the workplace. “Oooh, what about—”

It didn’t stop the matchmaking. The potential suitor pool just got bigger. Especially when he quietly, defeatedly corrected himself, revealing it was bisexual, not just gay, accepting his fate.

So it was no longer Vivian, Jessica, Bethany, Barbara, Carol, etc.

It was Vivian, Thomas, Jessica, Peter, Bethany, Robert blah blah blah

“Okay but you know some people would kill for that kind of support right?” Robin spoke the truth while rewinding the latest batch of returns. And maybe he was whining, maybe he was being overdramatic, his parents were supportive and were trying to make sure he’d be happy while they were gone on their long business trips.

Honestly they could have probably just let him get a dog. It’d have been easier. Less expensive than any of the people they were suggesting.

“I know… it’s just… they could at least try and find out what my type is. Instead it’s like they’re trying to throw a whole Indy gay bar at me in hopes that one person just kinda sticks. And now I’ve got a whole week with them coming up in some remote chalet, what if they bring someone, Robs? What if they bring someone and try an set us up an—”

“Can your parents just… adopt me?” She wasn’t listening “I’d kill to have the dating thing simplified for me, I can’t even talk to girls, you’ve got your mother doing all the work for you. I’d appreciate them, tell them I’d appreciate them.”

The door chimed, neither of them looked up, too engrossed in what they were doing. If a customer needed their help, they’d make it known.

They’d just adjust language used to not out themselves to strangers.

“You tell them! Pretty sure they’d find you someone.” Apparently his parents would be thrilled to help. He wanted to be happy about that, he really did, it was just exhausting having to fend off people who were interested in him but only for the last name, the business connection, the money. He wanted someone who wanted him for him, and none of those ‘potential suitors’ fit that bill. “Robbie I’m serious here, what if— what if they try when I can’t escape. I can’t spend a whole week in the woods with some stranger they’ve thrown at me, I think I might actually perish.”

“Then take a date.” Both young adults turned to look at the culprit behind the door chime.

“Henderson!” Steve’s favourite of the brat pack. Having met him while ferrying the kids home when Jonathan couldn’t pick Will up from Mike’s on a night when Steve had been hanging out with his at the time girlfriend Nancy. The kid was hilarious, a little bit of a know it all, but when you actually know it all, you’ve kind of earned the right to be obnoxious about it. “What did you hear?”

“That someone’s setting you up with people? Which is that a bad thing?” He directed the second question to Robin who shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“Not in my book lil man, not in my book.”

“Okay It’s not the attempt that’s the problem, it’s the quantity of attempts, and the quality of people they’re throwing at me! Quantity and quality are the issues here, people, it’s not that they’re doing it,”

“It’s that they’re doing it badly.” Dustin finished, Steve pointing at him with clicked finger guns.

“Exactly… and I don’t want my parents at my future wedding claiming they were responsible for getting us together cause that’d be weird! And pathetic. I want a fun first date story, a meet cute, or a ridiculous ‘yeah we were trapped in an elevator for like, three hours and bonded’ kind of story, I want an ‘I met them on a train’ or ‘they hit on me at the bar, and it just worked’ not an ‘my parents set us up in a remote cabin in the woods’, do you get me?”

“I can see your dilemma, but remote cabins in the woods can be really roman—"

“Nobody wants to hear about you and Suzie again! We get it, she’s your soulmate and future nerd wife you lucky little shithead.” Long distance and tricky as it may be, they were kind of perfect for each other. “Now what were you saying about taking a date?”

“Exactly that, take a date with you. Tell them you’re bringing someone and just… bring someone.” Dustin let his eyes flick to robin purposefully, quirking his head a little to subtly nod at her “you could take Robin” as if to say now’s your chance, dickhead, take it.

“Somehow I doubt Robin would be able to convince them that we were dating.”

“Cause we’re not.”

“And will not be.”

“At all.”

“Eh—"

“—ver”

“You guys make no sense.”

“We make perfect sense, my strange little child friend. You just don’t have all the information to make it make sense.” Robin wiggled her fingers at him as if it was some kind of mystery, it was to Dustin but that wasn’t important. “He does have a point though, you could take a date, there’s plenty of people in Hawkins who’d kill for a rich person get away, just gotta let them know that it’s a pretend date situation. Or… actually find a date. If you can.”

The "you suck" board flashed into his mind momentarily. He couldn’t. Not within the time frame he had. He was so far off his game his parents were matchmaking for him.

Dustin’s voice broke through his thoughts once more, offering salvation. “I know someone you could hire for that…” hallelujah, Dustin Henderson everybody.

Part 2

#PirateWrites #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet

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